Sacre had not heard that darkness was beginning to plague the land nor what foul creatures it brought with it. Still sat neatly in his mane was the rose given to him by the Moon Goddess, vibrant red, a stark contrast against his midnight fur. However, the reason he'd been given this rose was to keep it safe, a token as part of his mission to gain the arrow that would glow red if his twin was in danger. It was a couple of days later that the boy had found the wonderous tree with a great many gathered around it, he had been blessed by it's generousity and now, woven in his tail, was an arrow of red in colour that would alert him if his twin was in any harmful situations. A connection to Roux. He often turned just to see it out the corner of his eye with a big, grinning smile on his lips. It meant he needed to find the Queen of the stars, to tell her of this miracle and find out what it was he was meant to do next. That day he'd also met his father again, in the briefest of encounters, there was so much he'd wanted to ask. After all the events in the Edge, but the information he'd learnt from simply wandering around, Sacre's mind could understand some of his fathers actions though he did not believe in them himself. The boy came to realize on the day he was released, that there was no right or wrong in the world, it was so twisted that the way forward was not as clear as that anymore. Life was a harsh reality.

Intending on going to find the Goddess, Sacre made his way across the Basin, looking for Roux to take him too. It had been a while since they'd been on an adventure together. However, he was sidetracked by a voice, a familiar voice at that, one that he'd met upon the mountains one day. It was night time and her voice snapped like a horror story making his skin crawl as he got closer, what did she mean by the 'dead walks in the mountains'? Did she come with ill sounding news? Had something happened? Worried, he increased his pace before he saw her. What was her name, Sikeax was it? Or Sia as she had prefered to be called. Yet, this wasn't the high strung girl he remembered, had she died? Her form reminded him of the zombies told in tales to scare little foals, an ominous black dust following her grotesque form. He stopped, frozen in his tracks, heart hammering in his chest for there was more to this scary tale.

Crake was here too, his coat had bald patches and had turned a shade of infected green, an eye had fallen from it's proper place revealing horrific scenes of inards not looking their best that is reflected by the hole in his side. He was accompanied by a sick looking fungus dust and was his horn always that black? Sacre began to tremble, noticing last the white, spotted unicorn who wasn't infected, who stood opposite him. Or backing away, rather. If he had been born a few seasons earlier perhaps Sacre would have recognized the former Lord, but he wasn't and he didn't, this was just another unicorn who was in the same predicament as himself. "Wha- What happened to you?!" He screamed his question at the two wraiths, the zombies he had once known to be souls full of life, was he in a nightmare?

He crept closer to the uninfected blue horned almost instinctively, eyes never leaving the the pair he'd once known as Sia and Crake.